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My two-weeks-ago-carefully-put-together outfit fell out due to one fact I had ignored when doing the sartorial maths. Luckily, I conjured the next outfit on the spot, as you would, and I still had enough time to check it out. Unluckily, the second outfit wasn’t good enough, either. I did tell you I had nothing to wear?!?!

Like in a fairy tale, it was the third outfit, born out of necessity (aka 5 minutes to go) that was good enough and made me feel well, so off I went.

Only to find myself in an old train half an hour later, wondering whether the 3 guys next to me were going to drink all that beer and what the strap of my brand new bag was doing down there. They didn’t, they were rather nice while sipping their beer, and the strap had gotten somehow detached from the bag – without my help.That something like this should happen!

So now what? What now so? Now what so?

Ahhh, my brain cell went, you have some safety pins in your kaputted bag – use them. So I did. The bag lasted till I made the first few steps in the small town I had been headed to.

Do you know Karstadt? It’s one of those warehouses that are going to be abolished because we all shop cheap things online these days (like bags). Anyway, there was a Karstadt near the venue I was headed for and they sold me a most lovely bag within minutes, made all the sympathetic noises while I told them about my stupid old bag, didn’t wince when I used their surfaces to empty the old bag and fill the new one and wished me a nice evening.

– I’m so tired. I have no idea why I couldn’t sleep last night. I just couldn’t. I was awake as hell and it was 5 am. I checked. Now I cannot live. So just hit me senseless next time. You’ll sleep better, too, afterwards. What with my tossing and turning.

This day used to be sooo important to me 🙂 It meant the beginning of a new school year, new books (often used, but still new), being with old school friends … 🙂

Well, I am still going to school, sort of, and today I did my maths for what it’s worth … only to end up tired and happy. 23 days to go and then the exam.

During one of the breaks I read the brand new Plan magazine and had to realize once again what a goddamn luxury it is to get married at 29, be able to decide against children for no spectacular reason and to study. For the 3rd time. 😯 Sheer luxury.

In Finland I saw a young Russian couple: she made the breakfast, laid the table and cleaned away everything afterwards, every morning. So I guess it is sheer luxury to have a husband who is man enough to simply do a part of our chores, without blinking or thinking whether this is appropriate or not. And to cook heavenly noodles on Sunday? Priceless, innit? 🙂 Since we all know that being natural about tasks and simply doing them is … well: not natural.

My “goddaughter” from Rajahstan is 13 and only now going to school and she loves maths, too. I wonder whether she really likes it at school and how it will feel to have to end her schooling at, I don’t know: 15? This being the marriageable age in so many parts of the world? I hope she gets to read a few books in her life, if she wants, too, of course. Maybe you actually hate books if your life’s too strenuous in comparison to most of them. And the beautiful life TV offers is easier to enjoy, anyway. I don’t know.

I just know that I feel like I am sitting in the very lap of luxury today.

So I decided to donate money to a girl schooling project: the points I get in the exam in euros. For every exam I am going to sit during my studies. It won’t be much, especially this time (maths!), but it feels right in a symbolical way.

You may or may not have guessed by now that I am sort of angry with this world, again.

I sold some trinkets at an online auction house, only to be threatened and treated like shit, and having to face the prospect of never seeing my money. Because, you know, Germany is such a poor country you need to fleece anyone you can lay your mouse on. It makes me want to puke. Golf-playing dentists taking their time and trying out their equipment because you’re paying yourself want to make me make me want to puke even more. Neighbors saying shit like “This is not Africa” to other neighbors because they decided to dispose of some old wall parts via their balcony make me want to puke the hardest. It was an old man (white!), his hands shaking uncontrollably while he was standing on that goddamn lawn, watching out, so that pieces of styrofoam or some light shit like that won’t fly away. Sad, wise eyes and a tired, mild voice. Damn, do I hate those self-satisfied voices telling you what the right behavior is supposed to be, according to their daily with the big 4 letters. Damn pukeable.

Oh, did I say puke four times already? That’s because I don’t have a bowl huge enough to really puke, so I have to do it verbally. I’m sorry: this is something that happens to moose and their kind. Also: it is not contagious and NO, I do NOT intend to make your Sunday KAPUTT.

So let’s have some good news instead:

A few days ago I discovered a new way of wearing jewelry: the so-called chunks. It is a system, sort of, where you have a base ring or a pendant and you attach a lovely press button to it. Right now, I only have one specially decorated press button I got myself at Etsy (the blue one with water design below), but its maker, Mrs Evelien Pauw, sent me some of her special “paper poppers” last week. I can hardly wait to get them!

Maybe you’ve seen these things before? Well, I love them. 🙂

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Don’t know how much I’ll be blogging these days but I am here, definitely. Just puking err: studying a lot.